When I sit under willow
I just can't help but think
Does this tree have feelings
Does it weep when I blink
For my old friend willow
Is more than just a tree
It has a soul you Know
As far as the eye can see
But when people stop to say
williows just a tree
I say no he's not
He's part of history
Weeping williow they call you
My weeping willow indeed
But your not just a willow
Your a weeping willow in need
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The firsts poem i had ever written age 10 x